t lust
satisfied more privately. I would have kept a dancer, and a whole
consort of Musitions in mine owne house, onely to fiddle thee. _Spa_.
Sir I was never whore.
_Lig_.
If thou couldst not say so much for thy selfe thou shouldst be
Carted.
_Tig._
_Ligones_ I have read it, and like it,
You shall deliver it.
_Lig_.
Well Sir I will: but I have private busines with you.
_Tig_.
Speake, what ist?
_Lig_.
How has my age deserv'd so ill of you,
That you can picke no strumpets in the Land,
But out of my breed.
_Tig_.
Strumpets good _Ligones_?
_Lig_.
Yes, and I wish to have you know, I scorne
To get a Whore for any Prince alive,
And yet scorne will not helpe me thinkes: My daughter
Might have beene spar'd, there were enough beside.
_Tig_.
May I not prosper, but Shee's innocent
As morning light for me, and I dare sweare
For all the world.
_Lig_.
Why is she with you then?
Can she waite on you better then your men,
Has she a gift in plucking off your stockings,
Can she make Cawdles well, or cut your Comes,
Why doe you keepe her with you? For your Queene
I know you doe contemne her, so should I
And every Subject else thinke much at it.
_Tig_.
Let um thinke much, but tis more firme then earth
Thou seest thy Queene there.
_Lig_.
Then have I made a faire hand, I cald her Whore,
If I shall speake now as her Father, I cannot chuse
But greatly rejoyce that she shall be a Queene: but if
I should speake to you as a Statesman shee were more fit
To be your Whore.
_Tig_.
Get you about your businesse to _Arbaces_,
Now you talke idlie.
_Lig_.
Yes Sir, I will goe.
And shall she be a Queene, she had more wit
Then her old Father when she ranne away:
Shall shee be a Queene, now by my troth tis fine,
Ile dance out of all measure at her wedding:
Shall I not Sir?
_Tigr_.
Yes marrie shalt thou.
_Lig_.
He make these witherd Kexes beare my bodie
Two houres together above ground.
_Tigr_.
Nay, goe, my businesse requires haste.
_Lig_.
Good God preserve you, you are an excellent King.
_Spa_.
Farewell good Father.
_Lig_.
Farewell sweete vertuous Daughter;
I never was so joyfull in my life,
That I remember: shall shee be a Queene?
Now I perceive a man may weepe for joy,
I had thought they had lied that said so.
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